| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It wasn't even spring yet, but the weather had turned for the better as swift winds in the night had pushed most of the clouds out of the sky, leaving the seaside city to bake in the sun. Salem would've sworn it was the start of a heatwave if it wasn't the beginning of March and therefore would likely snow again in a week.
Still, the future weather and date meant nothing when Salem was bobbing on a plastic inner-tube out in the shallows. The beach wasn't too active today, but the water was nice and he had nothing better to be doing so.. Inner-tube time.
[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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Bare feet pressed into the tiny granules of sand, harsh upon tender skin. Twin eyes of boiling amber gazed outward, sparkling as they reflected the clear blue sky. Sheogorath stood within the shallows, his frame kissed by heated sunlight, chest bare to reveal his heavily scarred flesh, from brands, to blade carvings, to a crude smiley face tattoo carved into his shoulder, Sheogorath thought he'd never reach a moment where he felt confident enough to tear off his shirt and enjoy the pleasant warmth. It would seem, however, that with his lack of medication, his confidence had returned, and Catalyst's departure only served to increase the ginger haired man's mood tenfold.
Dressed in only his jean shorts, Sheogorath let his scorching vision scan the deep blue waters, the rolling waves that frothed as they crashed against the pearly shore. He spotted Salem in the water nearby, relaxing within an inner-tube. A small smile drifted across the male's soft lips as he observed for a few moments longer before speaking, [b]"Enjoyin' the water I see." Sheogorath's voice was raised to be heard above the salt scented breeze. The water lapped at his knees as he waded deeper into the waves, toward the leader with a charming smile dancing across his features. "Are the fish nibblin'? Sometimes they like to eat at me toes, heh. It tickles!" The man chuckled lightly.
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and i see fire, blood in the breeze
[sup]AND I HOPE THAT YOU'LL REMEMBER ME
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Blinking slowly, like a cat lazing in a sunbeam, Salem caught sight of a bare-chested Sheogorath wading into the water, and offered a lazy smile. He managed to hear Sheo's words over the lapping of the waves, and he tipped his head back and held up one hand with a thumb raised in response.
"Fish ain't any worse than the seaweed," Salem commented, raising his voice a bit to be heard though Sheo was quite close by now. Jeez that guy was tall- or wait, nope, he'd just floated towards the shallows. He could probably wiggle himself into a position where his feet could touch the sandy seabed, but he'd rather not risk an undignified bellyflop.
He glanced again at Sheogorath, now appreciating the view as the man was a bit closer and easier to see over the glare of sunlight on the water. The ugly scarring wasn't all that surprising, given what he knew of Sheo's life, but it was weird to picture him as anything less than immaculate. Eh, Salem still enjoyed the view. He tilted his head back again to avoid anybody noticing his staring and commented. "I bet you're the type who knows a perfect breaststroke, huh?"
[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion
Mike wasn't one for sunbathing, or any such laziness on the beach. He didn't have time for it, nor did he have the mental capacity to relax. He supposed he'd been a bit rash in swearing loyalty to Salem, though, with Will's killer out there, there hadn't been too many options. Did he feel like he was betraying Cat in some way? Yes, he did. But what could he do about it?
Cat had left, abandoned the Badlands (with a reason of course, Cat wasn't jut a coward, he was a coward who cared for their family). That was neither here nor there though, the fact of the mater was, that Cat had hung out all those loyal to them, to dry. Mike frowned slightly as he strode towards the scene, his usual sense of brooding accompanying him.
He remained quiet as he watched Sheogorath and Salem interact. he had once felt something of a kinship to the man, but now, Sheo was a bit of a stranger, no longer trying to better himself, instead letting the anger win. If he had been a jedi, he'd have become a sith. What was with that dumb analogy? Mike had rediscovered some old Star Wars comics. Whatever was going on, Mike was tired of everything.
His eyes narrowed slightly, and he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes moving slowly from one to the next. Yes, silence, that was very characteristic of him.
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Salem only had two modes; maniac anger, and intense laziness, it seemed. Wait, did cherubic mischief count? Eh, probably. But Salem was a simple man, he liked simple things, like sunbathing on the beach while bobbing along on an innertube or driving his enemies out through a mix of fear and the promise of violence.
He noticed on the beach that a familiar brooding figure had emerged, arms crossed and looking about as charismatic as a particularly dull rock. Mike in all his glory, standing out on the beach looking like the judging figure of darkness Salem had come to... Expect? He supposed he expected to some extent that Mike would find his way down to the beach and not enjoy himself.
"The water's nice, Mikey!" Salem called out, splashing a bit in Mike's direction; but given the small splash, and the fact Mike was some forty feet away, it was more like Salem was flailing in Mike's general direction.
[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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tw: alcohol, death, lots of blood, profanity, heavy violence, religion
Michael, surprisingly, wasn't a huge fan of the water these days. While he could swim, and damn well at that, he didn't actively seek out opportunists to fully submerge his body. Hands in his pockets, he continued to walk forward, until he was a few feet from the water line. He mostly ignored Salem's awkward flailing in the water, offering only a hint of a smile to cross his face, before he schooled his features back into it's more or less expression of blankness.
Salem's words were nearly cataloged in "something I will acknowledge, but not speak of." But, Mike decided to respond to Salem. He wasn't sure why. His eyes narrowed slightly he pulled his hands from his pockets, and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll just stand over here and admire it then." He was tempted to add, "and when a sneaker wave carries away your useless ass, I'll save it." But, refrained.
Something about calling the new leader of the badlands "useless" seemed a rather unintelligent to Mike, and he didn't want to anger him, who really knew what Salem was capable of?
[align=center] MICHAEL FORD Michael Ford is a 45 year old, man, he's stubbornly loyal to whatever cause he chooses, protective of his family and friends, he's a member of the Badlands. Michael has issues controlling his anger in most situations. He is a difficult opponent and well trained, feel free to power play nonviolent interactions though.
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Depressingly, Salem was far enough out that he didn't miss the ghost of a smile that'd passed over Mike's features; which brought into question whether or not his eyesight was as good as he'd like people to believe. But Salem was thinking none of these things, since he was pretty sure Mike was just continuing to brood though he couldn't see the exacts of Mike's facial expression.
But getting an actual response from Mike was encouragement enough for Salem to continue his antics. It was like domesticating a particularly nervous stray dog, continued positive reinforcement usually worked wonders; it didn't matter that this was a human being who wouldn't take kindly to Salem's methods if they were laid out before him.
"It feels nicer than it looks," Salem called out, shifting a bit so he could start awkwardly paddling towards shore so he could bother Mike a bit easier. He thought he was doing an excellent job of paddling, when in actuality he got picked up by a few lucky waves that pushed him further towards shore.
"C'mon, cut lose, enjoy the water; don't deny yourself the natural luxuries we're given," Salem commented brightly, twisting his head a bit so his neck could catch the sun and warm up a bit.
[justify]Waste no worry for the world, [abbr=Goes by Salem or Monty | He/Him or They/Them Pronouns | 28yrs Old | 6'3"| Leader of the Badlands | Former pirate captain | Sexuality is a unlabeled free for all; Panromantic and attracted solely to people who radiate power]&[/abbr]
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, [abbr=Medium-Hard Physically | Hard Mentally | Attacks with whip, scimitar or revolver | Open to maim if requested / discussed prior | Not open for death or capture | Difficult but not impossible to defeat or subdue]&[/abbr]
While they wait by gates of pearl, [abbr=Guy Fieri aesthetic | Choppy short dull brownish-grey hair | Bright green eyes | Three piercings on both ears (two on top cartilage, one large on lobe), and a lip piercing | Scruffy beard starting to grow in | Both pinky fingers cut off | Walks with noticeable limp, favors his right leg]&[/abbr]
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, [abbr=There are no extra tags this is just for aesthetic]&[/abbr]
(IC Opinions)[/justify]
TAKING LESSONS FROM THE DELUDED top dog salem - he/him or they/them
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